Make believe


Like kids in the playground

one pretended to be sensitive

though she threw stones

the other professed hardness

though she was made of rubber bones

the middle child

didn’t know how to play with others

she tore the stimens of pink flowers

that were yellow and heavy with pollen

rubbed it on her palms like mustard

hoping it would transport her

away from cruelties played for sport

by those broken by life growing as weeds

by the onslaught of fumes from passing cars

a toxic perfume for those with enough lead

she was made of water

they could throw her

into the sky and make it

rain with regret


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